News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1887-03-10

| into His face, and as my heart beats IN sym
pathy for this, the best friend the world ever
had, Himself now utterly trlendIeSS, an
officer of the courtroom comes up ana snllues
Him in the mouth, and l see the blood steal
ing from gum and lip. Oh, it was a farce
of trial lasting only perhaps an
hour, and then the judge rises for the SEN
tence! 1t is against the law to give sentence
unless there has bean an adjournment of the
| court between condemnation and sentence
but what cares this judge for the laws "Ihe
man has no friendS-let him die" says the
Judge and the ruffians outside the rail- cry
HA6ai 0hai that's what we want
- His blood Hand him out here to
US. Away with Him! Away with Him!
Oh bless God, that amid all the injustice
that may be inflicted upon US In this world
we have divine sympath1zer. The world
cannot lie about you, nor abuse you as much
as they did Christ, and Jesus stands
to-day in every court room, IN every
home, in every store, and says:
"Couragel By, all my hours OF
| maltreatment and abuse, l will protect those
who are trampled on And when Christ
forgetS that two O'Clock morning scene, and
the stroke of the ruffian on the mouth, aud
the bowling of the unwashed crowd, then He
will forget you and me IN the lnJuSticeS Oh
Some of you want deliverance from your
troubles, God knows you have enough OF
| them. Physical troubles; domestic trou6.eSi
spiritual troubles; financial troubles. You
| have been luSuI upJ SOlnS pei la
for five or six or seven years, and you have
| divided them into two classes: Those you can
! talk about and those you cannot talk about;
| and as those griefs are the most grinding
and depressing which you cannot mention
YOU get coincidence for the things you can
| speak Of while you get no coincidence for the
| things that you cannot. In your school days
| YOU learned how to bound the States, and
| tains ran through them. If you were asked
to-day to bound your worldly estate
| YOU would say it is bounded on the
north by trouble, and on the south
| by trouble, and on the east by
| trouble and on the west by trouble, while
rivers of tears and lakes of woe, and noun
tains of disaster run through it. What are
YOU going to do with your troubles. Why do
you not go the theater and have your mind
| absorbed in some tragedy! Oh" you say,
| stage is tame compared with the tragedy of
INV own lifeln Well, then, why do you not
go to your trunks and closets and
gather up all the mementoes of your
out of sight, and take down their pictures
from the wall and put in the frame harvest
scene or some bright and gay spectacle!
''Ah,n you say, ''if | should remove all these
mementoes of my departed friends, that
would not take away the killing pictures that
are hanging in the gallery of my own heart"
Well if that does not help you, why not
plunge into society and try to wash off in
worldly gayetles all these assoilments of the
soul2 ItOh,n YOU say, " / have tried that!
but how can hear other children laugh when
nv children are silent? How can see other
happy families when my own happy family
is broken up. Trouble, troubleln But do
You gain anything by brooding over your
misfortunes, by sitting down in a dark room,
by a comparison of the sweet past with the
bitter present? " No; that makes things
worse" But 1 have to tell you to-day that
the Christ of all sympathy presents Himself.
Is there anybody in this house that can
get along without sympathy! do not think 1
would live day without it. And yet there
are a great many who seem to get along
without divine sympathy. Their fortune in
the counting-room, or in the store, or in
the insurance company, takes wings and flies
away. They button up pennilesS pocket.
They sit down in penury where once
they had affluence, and yet there is
no Jesus to stand by them and say:
''0h. man, there are treasures that never
fail, in banks that never break l will take
care of you. / own the cattle on a thousand
hills, and you shall never want They have
no such divine Saviour to say that to them.
do not know how they get along. Death
comes to the nursery. One voice less in the
household. One less fountain of joy and
laughter. Two hands less to be busy
all day. Two feet less to bound
through the hall. Shadow after shadow
following through that household, yet no
Jesus to stand there and say: 81 am the
shepherd That lamb is not lost. l took 1t Off
The cold mountains. AIS we'll" On, can
YOU tell me the mystery! Can you solve it:
Fell me how it is that men and women with
aches, and pains, and sorrows, aud losses,
and exasperations, and bereavement, can
get along without a sympathizing Christi
[ cannot understand it.
But come here to say this morning that
| IL you really want divine sympathy you can
| have it. There are two OF three passages of
| hot b~NI wit nit kindness
| AID love "Cast thy burden on the Lord and
| He will sustain thee Come unto de all
| We who are weary and heavy laden and
| will give YOU rlSt" Oh, there are green pas
| sick and wounded Of he focki When all The
| other trees of the orchard fail. God has one
tree of fruit for His dear children. Though
/ the organ walls out requiem, there comes
| afterward song, chant, an anthem, bat
| tle-march, a coronation, victory. Do you
] not want the sympathy of Jesus! l offer it
| this morning to every man aDd woman in
| this house: you need Him. Oh, how much
| you need Him.
There was a chaplain in the army wounded
unto death. While lying there on the field
| he heard at great distance off some one
| crying out in great pain: "Oh, my Cod"
| And he said to himself: Il am dying, but
| think, perhaps, L could help that man. AL
| though | can't walk I'll Just roll over to
where he isl So he rolled over in his own
| blood, and over the bodies of the slain, and
rolled on until he came to where the other
man was dying. and put, as it were, his
| wound against that wound, and his sorrow
| against that sorrow, and helped to alleviate
| it. And so it seems to me that Jesus Christ
| hears the groan of our sorrow, the groan of
our poverty, the groan of our wretch
| edness, and comes to the relief.
He comes rolling over sin and
sorrow to the place where we lie
on the battlefield, and He puts over us the
| arm of His everlasting love; and | see that
that arm over us 1 can hear him say: Il have
| loved thee with an everlasting love" Oh
| that you might feel this morning the power
and coincidence of a sympathizing Jesusl
Further, l remark; The last great install
| ment paid for our redemption was the de-
mise of Christ. The world has seen many
dark days. About fifteen summers ago
| there was very dark day when the sun
was eclipsed. The fowl at monday went to
their perch, and we felt a gloom we
| looked at the astronomical wonder. 1t
was a dark day in London when the
plague was at its height, and the dead
| with uncovered faces were taken in open
carts, and dumped in the trenches. 1t was
| a dark day when the earth opened, and Lis
bon sank; but the darkest day since the Gre
alton of the world was the day when the
carnage of Calvary was enacted. 1t was
about noon when the curtain began to be
drawn. 1t was not the coming on of a
night that soothes and refreshes: it was
| VHC swinging OIL SFedU BlOOm all
around the heavens God hung it. AS when
there is dead one in the house you bow the
shutters or turn the lattice, so God in the af-
| ternoon shut the windows of ths world. As
it is appropriate to throw a black pail upon
the coffin as it passes along, 50 it was appro-
pirate that everything should be sombre that
| day as the great hearse of the earth rolled on,
bearing the corpse of the King.
A mans last hours are ordinarily kept
| sacred However you may have hated or
| caricatured a man, when you hear he is dying
| silence puts its hand ON your lips, and you
would have a loathing for the man who
| could stand by death-bed making faces
and scoffing. But Christ in His last
| hour cannot be left alone. What!
| pursuing Him yet after so long a pursuit.
| You have been drinking His tears, do you
want to drink his bloodl They came up
| closely, so that, notwithstanding the dark
| ness, Iney can gut their revenge with Tne
| contortions of his countenance. They exam
| Inc his feet. They want to feel for them
| selves whether those feet are really spiked
| They put out their hands and touch the
| spikes, and bring them back wet with blood,
and wipe them on their garments.
| Women stand there and weep, but can do
no good. 1t is no place for tender-hearted wo-
men. 1t wants heart that crime has turned
into granite The waves of mans hatred
and of hells vengeance dash up against
the mangled feet, and the hands of sin and
| pain and torture clutch for His holy heart
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